fallen leaves – neon green;
underbrush – fluorescent brown;
graffiti – acid rainbow;
rapid transit, rushing through town;
approaching W.25th,
art town, somewhat bigger than myth,
creation of incandescent objects of art,
in industrial town with an underdog heart
city, eating gravy,
waiting for the next big win,
conspicuously not as concerned
with the state we’re in
but art knows no sides,
it’s not set up to win or lose,
just putting it out there, praised or panned,
you’re saved, you’re bruised, you’re healed, you’re true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem